Chapter Three- Death's Side
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Ickye didn't know what to say. Yasmine a Wolfer? Was she kin to those wild men of the north of Gloria and the Wingly Glacier? But she had black hair! Was she friends with the Wolfer's? Friends! Ickye mocked herself; They wouldn't know the word.
"Ye-you're a Wolfer aren't you?" She blurted out abruptly as she stopped in her tracks. Yasmine didn't stop. "Ye is are aren't you?! Those fur boot's they come from the north! They're Wolf fur!"
Yasmine sharply turned around, black hair making a striking setting with the early snow. Wind swiftly flouted down and landed on her shoulder. Her sharp dark eyes met Ickye's. "Yes, I once was a Wolfer I probably still am. But I ran away long ago and that part of my life is gone."
"But ye- I mean you," she corrected trying to speak Common properly, "have black hair. Up north everyone's has light."
Yasmine's eyes changed, maybe it was anger. "I have told you enough. You shouldn't be so concerned about my affairs." Her voice was dangerously calm but there was a sharp edge that had potential. She turned on her heel and started walking again.
But she noticed a difference.
Yasmine's nose flared yet again. That smell.
It was cold. Very cold. Snow paved the landscape. Only the many evergreens reminded one of the coming yet seemly distance spring. The Emerald Forest was a well-picked out name.
Yet, in this peaceful scenery there was something wrong. Something disturbing-other than Ickye's clumsy, brunt footsteps and frequent chatter and complaints. It was something silent moving in the shadows, Yasmine could feel it. Animals cringed as it's shadow touched them. Wind spread it's wings in something of a half-panic and half-warning sigh.
Turning around Yasmine put a finger to her lips- of course in vain. Trying to tell Ickye to be quiet using the littlest sound as possible, she shushed her. Ickye stopped suddenly with wide eyes with a faraway look in them. Her faced was drained of it's color as her mouth parted and weakly formed words:
"Something is c-coming. I-a prophecy." Yasmine nodded in reply telling her she understood. How could she forget?! Ickye was a Glacier Wingly, a sect that had the gift of Sight.
'Come.' Yasmine mouthed, walking in the direction of the shortest way out of the forest.
They walked now silently. Though Ickye often stepped deep in the snow making noise Yasmine was sure that Thing could hear. What was it? Yasmine asked herself her mind buzzing. She searched her/Rose's memories; nothing. That was all that was needed to quicken her pace.
~Do you know what it is?~ Asked Wind with the mindlink.
Yasmine's eyes darted sharply, the only thing that had changed on her face, ~No.~ she reply equally.
The Shadow (for she was sure it had a shadow-she could sense it) was a cold darkness lingering in the back of her mind. It wasn't a friendly darkness or shadow which she could identify by it's loitering life source that radiated off of it's owner-she couldn't identify it at all. It was a void as it climbed up her mind-she realized something; it was catching up.
Ickye mind buzzed as she followed Yasmine who abruptly started walking even faster. Was this thing after the Dragoon Stone like the other men? Yet, Yasmine also had a Dragoon Stone, so could it be after the both of them?
"Yasmine!" Ickye said in an urgent whisper. Yasmine turned fully around attention brood. Ickye hesitated for a moment. Yasmine urged her to speak, "Did you have a vision? A prophecy?"
Ickye breathed in. "Yasmine, those men. They weren't after me. You know ME. They were after a Dragoon stone- the Dragoon stone I carry."
"But those men were dunk-no, wait-a Wingly trick?" Yasmine asked as if she was talking with a child who had done something horribly wrong. "You're a Dragoon?" she inquired.
Ickye shook her head, uncharacteristically feeling a cold lump in her throat. She was never to be a Dragoon. Why had it mattered so much to her?
"Then why do you have a Dragoon Spirit?" Yasmine asked, suspicious.
Talk about not trusting! Ickye looked Yasmine squarely in the eye, "Because our Dragoon Spirit is passed down heritorly I must find my brother. He is it's owner. However, he ran away into the world of men long ago. And since I chosen by Shiva I had to go on a quest to find him."
Yasmine nodded. But something had now taken her full attention. She could feel that Shadow focus become more intense.
He knew where they were.
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Ayaz, castle Mayfil
I put on my black long sleeve shirt and over it a black vest. That's all I had; black clothes. Maidens looked at me more.
"You look good, Ayaz."
I didn't need to turn around to know who it was but I did anyway. It's was the ghost who haunted me ever since I was born. Ghost's were driven out of Mayfil when Wingly's resettled in this castle long ago, for the lack of another home. But this sprit was different. He never left.
Yet, I was the only one who could see him. I gave up long of old trying to convince other's of him and his presence. Other's told me I was mad--not that they didn't like me before. A seer now a vizier had told my father that one day I would kill him and his Kingdom. I stopped fighting that too.
I got the joke. The ghost and I looked the same. Every feature was like a mirror. Even our hair.
"You don't look bad yourself Lloyd."
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Ickye didn't know what to say. Yasmine a Wolfer? Was she kin to those wild men of the north of Gloria and the Wingly Glacier? But she had black hair! Was she friends with the Wolfer's? Friends! Ickye mocked herself; They wouldn't know the word.
"Ye-you're a Wolfer aren't you?" She blurted out abruptly as she stopped in her tracks. Yasmine didn't stop. "Ye is are aren't you?! Those fur boot's they come from the north! They're Wolf fur!"
Yasmine sharply turned around, black hair making a striking setting with the early snow. Wind swiftly flouted down and landed on her shoulder. Her sharp dark eyes met Ickye's. "Yes, I once was a Wolfer I probably still am. But I ran away long ago and that part of my life is gone."
"But ye- I mean you," she corrected trying to speak Common properly, "have black hair. Up north everyone's has light."
Yasmine's eyes changed, maybe it was anger. "I have told you enough. You shouldn't be so concerned about my affairs." Her voice was dangerously calm but there was a sharp edge that had potential. She turned on her heel and started walking again.
But she noticed a difference.
Yasmine's nose flared yet again. That smell.
It was cold. Very cold. Snow paved the landscape. Only the many evergreens reminded one of the coming yet seemly distance spring. The Emerald Forest was a well-picked out name.
Yet, in this peaceful scenery there was something wrong. Something disturbing-other than Ickye's clumsy, brunt footsteps and frequent chatter and complaints. It was something silent moving in the shadows, Yasmine could feel it. Animals cringed as it's shadow touched them. Wind spread it's wings in something of a half-panic and half-warning sigh.
Turning around Yasmine put a finger to her lips- of course in vain. Trying to tell Ickye to be quiet using the littlest sound as possible, she shushed her. Ickye stopped suddenly with wide eyes with a faraway look in them. Her faced was drained of it's color as her mouth parted and weakly formed words:
"Something is c-coming. I-a prophecy." Yasmine nodded in reply telling her she understood. How could she forget?! Ickye was a Glacier Wingly, a sect that had the gift of Sight.
'Come.' Yasmine mouthed, walking in the direction of the shortest way out of the forest.
They walked now silently. Though Ickye often stepped deep in the snow making noise Yasmine was sure that Thing could hear. What was it? Yasmine asked herself her mind buzzing. She searched her/Rose's memories; nothing. That was all that was needed to quicken her pace.
~Do you know what it is?~ Asked Wind with the mindlink.
Yasmine's eyes darted sharply, the only thing that had changed on her face, ~No.~ she reply equally.
The Shadow (for she was sure it had a shadow-she could sense it) was a cold darkness lingering in the back of her mind. It wasn't a friendly darkness or shadow which she could identify by it's loitering life source that radiated off of it's owner-she couldn't identify it at all. It was a void as it climbed up her mind-she realized something; it was catching up.
Ickye mind buzzed as she followed Yasmine who abruptly started walking even faster. Was this thing after the Dragoon Stone like the other men? Yet, Yasmine also had a Dragoon Stone, so could it be after the both of them?
"Yasmine!" Ickye said in an urgent whisper. Yasmine turned fully around attention brood. Ickye hesitated for a moment. Yasmine urged her to speak, "Did you have a vision? A prophecy?"
Ickye breathed in. "Yasmine, those men. They weren't after me. You know ME. They were after a Dragoon stone- the Dragoon stone I carry."
"But those men were dunk-no, wait-a Wingly trick?" Yasmine asked as if she was talking with a child who had done something horribly wrong. "You're a Dragoon?" she inquired.
Ickye shook her head, uncharacteristically feeling a cold lump in her throat. She was never to be a Dragoon. Why had it mattered so much to her?
"Then why do you have a Dragoon Spirit?" Yasmine asked, suspicious.
Talk about not trusting! Ickye looked Yasmine squarely in the eye, "Because our Dragoon Spirit is passed down heritorly I must find my brother. He is it's owner. However, he ran away into the world of men long ago. And since I chosen by Shiva I had to go on a quest to find him."
Yasmine nodded. But something had now taken her full attention. She could feel that Shadow focus become more intense.
He knew where they were.
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Ayaz, castle Mayfil
I put on my black long sleeve shirt and over it a black vest. That's all I had; black clothes. Maidens looked at me more.
"You look good, Ayaz."
I didn't need to turn around to know who it was but I did anyway. It's was the ghost who haunted me ever since I was born. Ghost's were driven out of Mayfil when Wingly's resettled in this castle long ago, for the lack of another home. But this sprit was different. He never left.
Yet, I was the only one who could see him. I gave up long of old trying to convince other's of him and his presence. Other's told me I was mad--not that they didn't like me before. A seer now a vizier had told my father that one day I would kill him and his Kingdom. I stopped fighting that too.
I got the joke. The ghost and I looked the same. Every feature was like a mirror. Even our hair.
"You don't look bad yourself Lloyd."
